October Rain by Rick Ryckman

Falling through the sands of the hourglass in the autumn of my life.
There are times when I feel a little melancholy.
Wandering through the reminiscing years of my youth.
Running through the innocence eyes of time.
Driven from the carousel of my desires.
Where dreams are hidden just beneath the unblemished snow.
My colors have touched the seasons of paradise.
I will cherish time like a child.
The shadows once more come alive.
Touched by the ages of reflections.
My mirror is too fragile to see.
Like a long forgotten wine.
The taste once so sweet still lingers.
Tattered dreams cannot fly on broken wings.
My footsteps are tarnished and fleeting.
I am so tired and withered my soul is broken.
Monarch butterflies are fluttering its black tapestry.
There are no angels in my garden of despair.
So vivid and pristine I can hear the death rattle resonate.
I am waiting ---- waiting.
The reaper comes weeping in the October rain.

Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Friday, November 24 2006, 01:28 pm

A few thoughts
I'd like to let you know that I read all your postings. You questioned why others don't respond. If I am getting this right you often write about despair, death and sex,subjects many people are uncomfortable commenting on. Part of the human condition, yet often issues we keep hidden away.

Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Friday, November 24 2006, 01:29 pm

continued
This is a beautiful poem, such eloquent expression but the subject matter may leave others at a loss as to how to respond. I often get this reaction. When I first started writing on this site, I was concerned with whether or not I received comments. This is no longer the case. I usually write when I am troubled or touched by someone or something beautiful in my midst and it comes out across the page. Writing is an outlet for me, a sort of release valve for my emotions. Simply put, I write for myself to keep in touch with my emotions. Keep writing, Rick. I'm sure many read your poetry even if they aren't sure how to respond. Take care of yourself and God bless.

barb (67.58.204.51) -- Friday, November 24 2006, 05:56 pm

I read them too
But Caty is right I don't know how to comment to death, sex. or negative thoughts But I do read them. You write very good but the subjects are hard to comment on . Keep writing rick you are talented.

Rick Ryckman (71.97.14.24) -- Friday, November 24 2006, 08:35 pm

Barb
I do not mean this in a derogatory way. How to comment. How ever the words provoke your thoughts.
Just put down your response. It will come out ok!
Thank you for reading them. Appreciate the feedback - it is not taken for granted.

Rick Ryckman (71.97.14.24) -- Friday, November 24 2006, 10:11 pm

Catyrose
It is hard for me to digest sometimes. As I have to stand back and look at what other people write. Or there response to what I have written. Because it is from a different mind-set than mine. When I was young a college friend of mine took me to see his English Professor. He suggested that I write about something other than pain - death. I flipped the page and it broadened my world of writings. Into two categories - what I call hard or love.
October rain is about my lifes journey up to this point in my life.
Thank you for sharing your insightful explanation. I hope you will continue to enjoy reading what I write.

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